Dear Lord,I’m sorry. I’m sorry for trying to figure you out with my arogant theology. What you really want for me is just to know you. I’m sorry for my works based faith. No matter how much I preach against it I still let the ways of this world pull me back into going through the motions. I’m sorry for my hollow prayers. I’m sorry for praying for my meals, when it’s just a rushed formality so I can further fuel my glutteny. I’m sorry for feeling abandonded by you when I know that nothing can separate me from your love. I’m sorry for being the pharisee in the temple praying loud about my good works when I should be the humble sinner who knows he’s worthless. I’m sorry for boasting about anything other than my weakness. I’m sorry for putting you in my box, or at least trying to do so. God please leave my box. Please leave what I’ve made you in my mind. Be who you are in my life, not who I want you to be. Break my image of you so that I may see who you are… no… break my image of you so I nolonger seek to find who you are, but keep me blinded so I forever will seek to simply know you.